apparitions
Nat Raha
Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
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Transfeminist, communist, revolutionary poetry that refuses to flinch. Nat Raha presents new work in the nine.
“Mackey composes realist-mythic layering of lyrical prose unlike anything being written today.” — New York Times. “Our greatest living epic poet…Mackey’s poetry and criticism have reinvented modernism for our time.”— LitHub
A collaborative duo performance, Anoyonodekigoto sets up a sort of negotiation between a musician, a dancer, the audience and the space we’re all sharing.
Tiny fragments of sound recombined and woven into spare and precise, violent yet beautiful pieces
Edinburgh. Sinewave manipulating Giant Tank-ette goes head-to-head with Decaer Pinga’s first lady of noise.
How do poetry and maths stitch together pictures of our fractured situation from its wreckage and relics, from the debris of hope and the well of residues that make us what we are?
Cask-strength electrohypnol/ shroom damaged folk croonings by Lapsed Electronics empire builder responsible for recent Tremors blowouts.
Paper Piece: Secrets is a performance for and with the whole audience, using paper, text, secrets, being in the crowd
Black Boned Angel’s is a rock sound, stripped of all extraneous detail right down to its core, stretched out and nailed to the ceiling.
Our favourite Lancashire-born autodictact asks what’s political about the tension between the individual and the collective in free jazz.
For day two of Ultra-red’s project, the investigation will take up protocols for listening to the sound of freedom composed and facilitated by the Vogue’ology collective.
Sax/Drums duo of raucous, pealing noise, and cries of beguiling lyricism, whispered sax phrases float in a timbral cloud of bowed metal and rumbling toms.